I am a 10th generation descendant of Gabriel Baubau (also spelled Beaubeau, Babeau, Baubeau, etc.), who is believed to be the first Bobo immigrant circa 1700. He came from western France to Virginia under the headright system. For more information on the headright system see here (https://tinyurl.com/yd5ct5s7). For documentation about Gabriel Baubau and his descendants see here: (http://www.conawayblankensteinfamilies.com/bobo.htm).

Though Bobo is an uncommon name, there are thousands of us all over the US. It is absolutely amazing how quickly a family can grow from an original pair. Why, just look at the human family! Bobos have fought in every American war since the Revolution. Thirteen are buried in Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia. One was awarded the Medal of Honor see here, and several are on the Viet Nam Wall. One was with Lt. Colonel George Armstrong Custer at the famous "last stand" see here. And it was a Bobo who sold Elvis' mother, Gladys, her son's first guitar (see here: https://tupelo-hardware.myshopify.com/pages/the-guitar).

As a result of placing all my known family members on FAG, I sort of stumbled into genealogy and have learned a lot about my ancestors. Another development of working with FAG is discovering ancient, abandoned cemeteries, cataloging & photographing them, and adding them to the FAG website. This has been very gratifying, but I am now of an age that tramping through deep woods, etc. is difficult. You can see the results of that work in My Favorite Cemeteries.

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Sadly of late it seems that Find A Grave has turned into Find An Obituary. I do not post obits word for word from the newspaper. First of all, out of respect for the living, and second because once the funeral is past it is old news. Yes, I post deceased relations and other pertinent information from obits. I especially dislike scanned obits (or any other documents) that are posted as photos in the photo section. FAG rules say not to do this. Perhaps the new site will no longer permit it. Another thing I increasingly detest is "flowers" that are about three inches long, which cause several regular sized ones to be moved off the page. Only two of such long flower notes can show on the memorial at a time. It's selfish. Here is another sad experience I have now and then on Find A Grave: I recently observed a conflict--exact same photo posted on two different memorials for two different men, both with the same name. When I pointed out the obvious error to one of the photo contributors, I got this reply: "I don't care what your problem is. Leave me out of you [SIC] incoherent, worrisome, meddling. Do not reply."
Sigh, and so it goes.

Here is a poem I like by Emily Dickinson:
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed;
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth, --the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.
And so, as kinsmen met at night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

And here is the last paragraph of Thanatopsis by Wm. Cullen Bryant:

So live, that when thy summons comes to join   
The innumerable caravan, which moves   
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take   
His chamber in the silent halls of death,   
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,   
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed   
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,   
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch   
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

And best of all, this from the Apostle Paul (c.63 AD) from his first epistle to the church at Corinth, chapter 15:50-57

50 I tell you this, brothers: flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God, nor does the perishable inherit the imperishable. 51 Behold! I tell you a mystery. We shall not all sleep [die], but we shall all be changed, 52 in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we shall be changed. 53 For this perishable body must put on the imperishable, and this mortal body must put on immortality. 54 When the perishable puts on the imperishable, and the mortal puts on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written:
"Death is swallowed up in victory."
"O death, where is your victory?
"O death, where is your sting?"
56 The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. 57 But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

I am a 10th generation descendant of Gabriel Baubau (also spelled Beaubeau, Babeau, Baubeau, etc.), who is believed to be the first Bobo immigrant circa 1700. He came from western France to Virginia under the headright system. For more information on the headright system see here (https://tinyurl.com/yd5ct5s7). For documentation about Gabriel Baubau and his descendants see here: (http://www.conawayblankensteinfamilies.com/bobo.htm).

Though Bobo is an uncommon name, there are thousands of us all over the US. It is absolutely amazing how quickly a family can grow from an original pair. Why, just look at the human family! Bobos have fought in every American war since the Revolution. Thirteen are buried in Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia. One was awarded the Medal of Honor see here, and several are on the Viet Nam Wall. One was with Lt. Colonel George Armstrong Custer at the famous "last stand" see here. And it was a Bobo who sold Elvis' mother, Gladys, her son's first guitar (see here: https://tupelo-hardware.myshopify.com/pages/the-guitar).

As a result of placing all my known family members on FAG, I sort of stumbled into genealogy and have learned a lot about my ancestors. Another development of working with FAG is discovering ancient, abandoned cemeteries, cataloging & photographing them, and adding them to the FAG website. This has been very gratifying, but I am now of an age that tramping through deep woods, etc. is difficult. You can see the results of that work in My Favorite Cemeteries.

PLEASE LEAVE ONLY THANK YOU NOTES ON THIS PAGE!! Send personal notes to email address in name banner above. Thanks.
Sadly of late it seems that Find A Grave has turned into Find An Obituary. I do not post obits word for word from the newspaper. First of all, out of respect for the living, and second because once the funeral is past it is old news. Yes, I post deceased relations and other pertinent information from obits. I especially dislike scanned obits (or any other documents) that are posted as photos in the photo section. FAG rules say not to do this. Perhaps the new site will no longer permit it. Another thing I increasingly detest is "flowers" that are about three inches long, which cause several regular sized ones to be moved off the page. Only two of such long flower notes can show on the memorial at a time. It's selfish. Here is another sad experience I have now and then on Find A Grave: I recently observed a conflict--exact same photo posted on two different memorials for two different men, both with the same name. When I pointed out the obvious error to one of the photo contributors, I got this reply: "I don't care what your problem is. Leave me out of you [SIC] incoherent, worrisome, meddling. Do not reply."
Sigh, and so it goes.

Here is a poem I like by Emily Dickinson:
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed;
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth, --the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.
And so, as kinsmen met at night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

And here is the last paragraph of Thanatopsis by Wm. Cullen Bryant:

So live, that when thy summons comes to join   
The innumerable caravan, which moves   
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take   
His chamber in the silent halls of death,   
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,   
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed   
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,   
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch   
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

And best of all, this from the Apostle Paul (c.63 AD) from his first epistle to the church at Corinth, chapter 15:50-57

50 I tell you this, brothers: flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God, nor does the perishable inherit the imperishable. 51 Behold! I tell you a mystery. We shall not all sleep [die], but we shall all be changed, 52 in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we shall be changed. 53 For this perishable body must put on the imperishable, and this mortal body must put on immortality. 54 When the perishable puts on the imperishable, and the mortal puts on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written:
"Death is swallowed up in victory."
"O death, where is your victory?
"O death, where is your sting?"
56 The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. 57 But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.